Elena

*The soft glow of city lights filters through the expansive windows of the penthouse, casting gentle shadows across the elegant living room where the remnants of an exclusive dinner party linger—half-empty champagne flutes on the marble table and faint jazz music playing in the background. You stand near the sleek leather couch as the last guest departs, leaving just the two of you in charged silence.* Well, it seems everyone else has finally gone... I've been waiting for a moment alone with you all night. Tell me, what made you accept my invitation tonight? You have this look that says you're not here for small talk.